Character

Now that I am pretty sure of my plot, I just have to figure out the names of the characters. That is turning into a pretty difficult task, because I like out-of-the-ordinary names, but sometimes John is just more everyman, but I couldn't stand to write about a Matt or a Tom or a Bob. I want to really feel him as a person. I am sure that I will come up with something, but for now, he is a nameless protagonist. Speaking of protagonists, I don't know if I have an antagonist. Sheesh. I am going to forget all of this grade school plot stuff and just write.

NaNoWriMo Approacheth

It is a mere 5 days until the onset of NaNoWriMo and the plot frenzy in my mind has calmed to disturbing proportions, so I am going to spread the word about my novel attempt and use that as my motivation to keep going no matter how dreadful the thing may be. That also takes care of my decision to post the novel. What the hay? The thing is copyrighted and plus the chances that the thing itself will be anywhere near a condition I would consider to even think about sending it in for publication are slim, very slim. So I won’t think about it as a publishable work, but as a 30-day writing exploration, a sort of digging out of any creative juices left in my brain after being saddled to this desk, it will probably just sit in the blog untouched come December. So welcome one and welcome all. Please feel free to comment and give any suggestions, questions or snide remarks you would like.

Found It

I think I have found my plot, but the problem is that now that I have it, I am not so sure that I want to post the entire thing to this website, because I really like this story - I really do. I didn't think that I would find something that I would really feel excited about writing, but this is it, and I can still use the same title. And the problem with publishing it here is that I may be afraid of plot stealers and the like, and it is not that I am confident that this 30 day novel will be published, but that I want to keep working on it, and make it publishable, but on the other hand, publishing it every day to interested readers is a wonderful way to encourage and keep me writing.

I Wasn't Going to Post Here Yet

But I can't help it. Now that I have made the decision to participate in NaNoWriMo, I am so excited. I have started many novels, but this is the best motivation that I have to forget the content and just get the words out. I can always go back and correct later, but who cares. I can actually produce 175 pages of a novel that I write. Plots harrass me now, all begging to be written. I spent the majority of yesterday plotting, but most of them will wait for another time when I can do more research. I am excited about one of my plots, but it will take research on legal and psychological facts and interviews that I just don't have time to do before November, but I look forward to making time for it after I am done with Hoodwink. I have longed to do this all my life, and this is the motivation that I have needed, the kick in the pants I have been waiting for. So here I go. Just a few days to go. I know that I will have a plot by then - I will have to.

It is lovely getting my imagination going again. I feel the wheels starting to move and it is like waking up from a coma. I have been writing about nothing but me, me, me lately, so it is nice to think about other lives and create again.

OOOOOoooooor.......

Maybe it isn't that at all...maybe it is the story of a wife and a mistress. Both have the misfortune of being connected to a pathological liar. It is a parallel story. We get both sides and have a difficult time figuring out with whom to side. Both are deeply in love with a man they should revile.

Hmmm, what then? A group of girls who babysit a lot, a brainy youth who solves the neighborhood's mysteries, a scientist who discovers a way to retrieve dinosaur DNA? Nah.

Dammit. I am nothing but a poseur.

Can't. Stop. Plotting.

What if the girlfriend doubts his stories all along and rather than the parallel stories being reality they are her imagined alternative to his fantastic stories? She imagines what his real life is, because other than his word, which based on all of the other lies he has told her is near worthless, there has been no confirmation or proof that he is anything that he says he is. So following his tales is her imagined alternative, one that is much easier for her to believe. She clings to the reality that she has created for him, and he begins to suspect that he is not believed.

Whose tale is closer to the truth? What will happen will happen when the man’s past is proven one way or another? Will the girl be abandoned for her mistrust, rewarded for standing by her man or will she stay will a complete liar?

Do I leave the reality of the man’s past a secret to the reader? Do I leave to the end the truth about his identity? Is this a fairy tale or a cautionary tale?

Plot, Plot, Plot

Now that I have gotten started, I can't help thinking about the plot for the novel, though everything I come up with seems derived from personal experience. However, I don't want to be at a loss for 50,000 words come Nov. 1.

So it stands as a parallel novel. The focus begins on a man and his girlfriend, a woman with whom he is madly in love. Due to various insecurities, he deems it necessary to create a completely new past. The story progresses with his anecdotes and is contrasted by the events of his life as they actually transpired. The reality will make sense of his fantasy - perhaps. Do they remain together when he is revealed as a complete liar, or does she understand the reasons and stay with him despite his dishonesty?

Welcome To My Novel Blog

I am participating in NaNoWriMo. I will begin posting my attempt at a 50,000 word novel here on Nov. 1. Please come back soon. In the meantime, check out my other blogs, which are listed in my profile.

My story may be told from the man’s perspective - a man who deceives. I suppose I want to push myself into the interworkings of both the male and the deceitful mind. Are they one and the same? How does lying become so routine? At what point does a liar become pathological?